Nicki Elson has written a buzz-worthy story centred around a plastic plaything.
I’m so excited to be at the Chicklit Club! I’ve always had a fondness for Chick Lit and Rom Com, but it wasn’t until the Sex and the City TV series that I fell in love with the genre. As a young mum, I was knee high in baby diapers and playdates when I first “met” Carrie Bradshaw & Co. My adult social life was pretty non-existent at that point, so my weekly “outings” with those four fabulous city women became precious.
One Sex and the City plotline in particular stuck in the recesses of my brain and has bounced around there ever since. Charlotte and the Rabbit, anyone? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, that was an episode in which one of the girls became so enamored with her vibrator, she nearly gave up men altogether. I quite honestly thought it wasn’t such a bad idea and wanted to explore it further — in my writing, of course, ehe..
It’s one thing to handle such a premise as a side story in a single episode of a TV show and quite another to make a full-blown novel out of it. I gotta admit, that challenge was what made me want to write the story. And so I finally did.
I think the trick to keeping VIBRIZZIO a light and airy love story rather than letting it become some kind of self-pleasure manual (not that there’s anything wrong with that) was to view the piece of plastic as a character — one with whom the human characters interacted and had very real feelings toward. Lyssa had affection for it; Keith was jealous of it; Hayden was intimidated by it, and Trish didn’t trust it. To show you what I’m talking about, here’s a short excerpt:
Lyssa and Keith were at her place. A game of Scrabble had turned naughty, and now the tiles lay scattered on the wood floor while the couple groped each other on the area rug next to them.
“Hold on a sec,” Lyssa whispered, pushing herself up and reaching back to open the side-table drawer and pull out her favorite toy.
“What’s that, your house vibrator?” Keith propped his torso up, leaning on his elbows.
“You have a travel vibrator, so I assume you call this one your house vibrator. Store one in your dashboard for a car vibrator too? What about your desk at work? And do they each have their own name, or is it like George Foreman’s kids — Vibrizzio one, Vibrizzio two … ”
“Very funny.” She kneeled next to him and clicked the on switch to check the level of battery power.
“Seriously. I thought we were done with these.”
Lyssa scrunched her face. She’d never thought any such thing. He was sensitive about her fondness for bedroom accessories, obviously, but she figured it wouldn’t be a problem as long as they didn’t make it an every time thing.
“I didn’t need one the other night to make you moan my name.” His voice became a seductive growl as he wrapped his long fingers around the back of her neck. Sitting up and bringing himself closer to her level, he kissed the side of her throat and then bit down and began sucking. Lyssa closed her eyes, enjoying the forceful pulsing of his wet mouth against her flesh. She hadn’t noticed that the vibrator was still humming until she felt Keith’s fingertips skim over her palm to click it off.
When he began to slide it out of her hand, her instinct was to clutch it tighter. He grazed his teeth back and forth over her skin and gave the vibrator a swift yank. But she held firm, her arm jerking forward with his pull. She yanked it back to her side. He responded with another tug, and now it was game on. Lyssa didn’t know how many times the poor instrument jerked between their unrelenting grips, but the tug-of-war ended when Keith finally wrenched it out of her hand. His arm flew backward, and his mouth broke suction with her neck.
His triumphant expression pinched into a wince as he looked down at his hand. “You scratched me.”
“Well, what in the hell were you doing?”
He kept his hold on the prize but rubbed his other thumb over the meaty part of his hand where Lyssa’s nails had apparently dug in. “Why couldn’t you listen to me?”
“Listen to what? You being jealous of a piece of plastic?”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s … I don’t like sharing you. I don’t like the way you give it more attention than me, and I don’t like the fact that you went on a rendezvous with him … with it … in Boston. Why’d you even bring it?”
She cursed herself for telling him what she’d done in her hotel room. “Keith, honey, it sorta sounds like jealousy.”
He huffed and threw “it” onto the folded futon before he pushed himself up to stand. His lanky form hovered above her. “Maybe it is, but do you blame me? You’ve been basically cheating on me with that” — he gestured toward the innocent purple device — “and God knows how many of its brethren, and it ends today.”
“Brethren?” She’d rarely seen her boyfriend so worked up. The only other time he’d come close was when he’d been outraged at the shoddy characterizations in the latest cinematic interpretation of Star Trek.
Lyssa Bates doesn’t need a man. Not when the world is fully-stocked with double A batteries (long-lasting) and a wide array of options in Amazon’s health and sexual wellness category. Thank the gods of Internet ordering. After yet another failed relationship, the twenty-six-year-old investment analyst is convinced that real guys aren’t ever going to live up to her expectations — so why should she bother with them when the only thing standing between her and her next mind-blowing O is the case in which she keeps Vibrizzio? Yep. She gave it a name. An Italian name!
She’s determined to keep her dating life purely electronic … though she occasionally fantasizes about Hayden King, the delicious new associate she just got partnered with at work. While Lyssa manages her romantic risks by deleting men from of the equation, the ever-charming Hayden protects his heart by diversifying his love life across multiple women.
As the two young professionals travel together around the country for business, their flirty working relationship develops into a close friendship that hurtles toward something more. Between hot tub confessions in Baltimore, an accidental kiss in Dallas, and an all-nighter in Chicago, Hayden proves himself to be better than any fantasy, and Vibrizzio’s days may finally be numbered.
Writing fiction wasn’t something Nicki Elson set out to do; it just sort of happened when she realized writing reports was by far her favorite part of her investment consulting position. She traded stock allocation and diversification for story arcs and dialogue and now weave her creative writing time in with the other activities of her busy life with her family in the Chicago suburbs. In addition to Vibrizzio, her published works include Three Daves, a light-hearted romantic romp through a 1980s college campus, Divine Temptation, a romantic novel of angelic proportions, and Hans & Greta, a twisted fairy tale novella.